Above all I want to make a difference
Build schools and hospitals for instance
We indulge and yet we always want some more
My heart hurts as it feels for the poor
‘God is not a fool’ Angie always states
I’ll make my mark no matter what it takes,
As a child I dreamt of being a cook
I laugh as I slowly complete my book
Not that being a cook is wrong
It’s just within my poetic family is where I truly belong
Constantly spitting verses for all my people
Reminding them God is good and stay away from evil,
I also remember and these are memories I protect
All I ever wanted was money, power and respect
Now I have my faith and my close-knit family
I know now I can make my dreams a reality
I won’t allow money to become life’s typical downfall
Even though in the end I really do want it all
Not so much for me;
But to provide for my entire family
Do my part for the unemployed
Let them know that they’re not ignored
We see them; we just choose not to act
I’ll change things when I grow up I’ll promise you that
Even though we may suffer now, we shall overcome
Invest in the future, lest we forget where it all begun
Take my money to Africa, my beautiful and bountiful homeland
Show the world that united we still stand
The elders before us clearly say
Rome wasn’t built in one day
To create the required unity
We need to cultivate this mentality within the community
Reach out to the masses and beyond
Distribute the wealth to create that essential bond
Show the world that indeed we are free
Free from manipulation that arises from economic slavery
We have knowledge and resources in multitude
I just want to change the world’s attitude
Tired of being labelled ‘the dark and poor nation’
Not angered anymore, only running low on patience
As an African, I see the world talk of war
In my mind I know they’re just trying to even a score
Let’s stop for a minute and think about this
Can we sit down and talk? Can’t we co-exist?
I know it’s a doggy dog world out there
Innocent people will die but do we really care?
I guess not
I still ask why not?
When I grow up, I’ll do my part to make things right
Show them that we don’t always have to fight
Sit down, talk and resolve our differences
Maybe build schools and hospitals for instances
Put the love and energy back into our community
Encourage love to become our sense of security
As a Zimbabwean, constantly mindful of the problems occurring at home
Racial harmony, economic prosperity, law and order are all gone
When I grow up I’ll change all that
Remind people it doesn’t matter if you’re white or black
After all in God’s eyes we are all equal
And this is what I’ll teach all my people
Calmly I sit and gather my thoughts
Contemplating lessons that need to be taught
Loveis the missing link in this whole equation
I can’t believe we even let it get to this current situation
I asked a question once, what do you do for a living?
I’m really saying, what are you doing? What are you giving?
You see, we all seem to just take
I thought the equation was to give and take
We need to stop, pause and step back
To love like we used to, it’s as simple as that.
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